Hearing about how ex-stripper Sue Bob’s son shot his uncle in the face, twice, is both shocking and fascinating. Much to Kirk’s credit, she checks herself into rehab in an attempt to get her kid back. And yes, the authorities do step in and take the baby away. It’s less fun to watch young Mum Kirk as she snorts prescription pills in the hospital room where here newly born baby lies. We visit the grocery store where they got married. It’s fun to watch the smiley Mousie get out of jail and then track down her ex-hubby, and virtually rape him in the back seat of a car. Partying with the Whites is a bitter sweet trip. The scenes and on the fly interviews with family members were intercut with set piece interviews with Members of Authority, who provide their own rueful and basically resigned view of the clan White’s behavior. On another technical note, I liked the fast paced editing, MTV style, and the fact that at 88 minutes it wasn’t too long. Jesco’s good mate Hank Williams III is in the mix too, and actually provides commentary as well as tunes that Jesco dances to. Much of it was composed by Deke Dickerson. A treat of blue grass banjo foot stomping toe tapping tunes. Right, well on a more up note, the music in this doc. The cemetery is basically stacked full of his brothers, sisters and cousins most of whom died young from car crashes or shootings. The scene where Jesco takes us on a tour of his family’s grave plot and muses on the vagaries of life is incredibly poignant and a total head-do. He ain’t had no schoolin or nuttin, but he’s a highly intelligent if somewhat moody chap. We get to follow them around for a year of hell raising, philosophy and tragedy. This time the spotlight is on the whole psychotic family. Jesco carries on the tap dancing tradition and was the subject of the 1989 cult documentary The Dancing Outlaw. You might have already heard of Jesco White, son of the mountain dancing legend D. was the brainchild of Johnny Knoxville of Jackass fame, and MTV stumped up the finance. An inspiration to anarchists everywhere, and also to people who think that Ozzy Osbourne turned into a giant pansy. A beautiful toxic tonic to the fake drivel that make up the Kardashians. There are loads of people in the White clan, and I could barely understand their thick Appalachian accents, but I have to tell you, I love these people. “Boy, this is how we do it hillbilly style†says one of the clan as he blows stuff away with a rifle in the backyard. The White clan are West Virginia’s most psychotic, fun living, pill popping, gun toting and just plain dangerous family ever.
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